Claire's POV
I woke up first, Lucius's arm heavy around my waist. His face looked so peaceful in sleep, nothing like the cold, domineering Alpha everyone else saw. My body was deliciously sore from our night together.
What a night. What had started as a heated argument somehow ended with us tangled in sheets, his hands all over me, and me begging for more. I blushed just thinking about it.
He'd been so different last night—tender, passionate, even vulnerable. The way he'd looked at me when we were together... like I actually mattered to him. My heart fluttered as I remembered how he'd called me "my love" in the heat of passion.
I traced a finger lightly over his jawline. Did we still have a chance? Could we fix this? Was there still hope for us?
His phone buzzed on the nig
